Mo Ye already knew the answer in his heart, the Demon King would definitely not participate in such a boring meeting of the Yang Three Realms, but the trusted envoy explained some other things: "The immortal said, if you go, the Dragon God Si Yu Sword will be yours." ”

Mo Buyan's eyes lit up, according to legend, the dragon god Si Yu Sword has the power to call the wind and rain, Mo Buyan only saw it once and was attracted by the unique appearance of Si Yu Sword, Si Yu Sword exudes a sea blue light, and the carefully carved dragon pattern has been spreading from the hilt to the sword body, majestic and heroic, majestic on all sides!

For a period of time later, Mo Buyan went to the West Sea every day to ask the Dragon King for the Dragon God Si Yu Sword, but the Si Yu Sword was an ancient magic weapon, extremely precious and too powerful, and the Dragon King of the West Sea naturally would not easily give the Si Yu Sword to Mo Buyan.

If it was the ink that was not stained before, I was afraid that the West Sea would have been a piece of blood and water for a long time, but after his evil qi was sealed, not only did his cultivation become greatly reduced, but his temperament also became cold and lazy, and the dragon king was not afraid of him, although he wanted to be unstained, but after being rejected once or twice, he was too lazy to go, so he simply gave up.

Mo Buyan had indeed given up not wanting to, but now that Bodhisattva mentioned this, he had the idea of wanting to get Si Yujian. It's all sent to the door, how can it be unreasonable, but it's just to go to the fairy world to listen to the noise of those immortals, compared to being able to get the Dragon God Si Yu Sword, this is not a loss.

Three days later, Mo Bujian went to the fairy world alone, behind the top of the clouds is a gate majestic, the three words of Yingximen appeared in front of him, here to and from the fairy world must pass through the gate, after millions of years of vicissitudes of life, there have been countless ancient stories here. Mo Buyan has been to the fairy world, and this place will always be the same old look, surprisingly quiet, so the impression of the fairy world is that Mo Buyan is stereotypical and boring.

The air was full of fairy spirits, and large peach blossom petals were falling on the ground, and he remembered that he had to pass through a peach orchard to get to the big hollow sky, and Mo Buyan's evaluation of this peach orchard was "the only place in boredom that can arouse people's interest."

He shook into the peach orchard with his impression, the tiger's sense of smell was quite sensitive, and with the mellow sweet fragrance, he successfully found the immortal drunk buried in the ground.

Tear off the red cloth cover, lean against a peach tree and hold the wine jar and grunt.

The taste of this wine is extremely mellow, mellow and slowly free in the nose, and after drinking, it has an endless aftertaste in the mouth. The amount of ink and alcohol is not bad, but just drinking two jars in a row made him feel a little dizzy, this immortal drunk is really worthy of his reputation.

The gods and immortals have already come to all, the emperor sent the Taoist leaders have also sitting, in the main hall, sitting in the middle of the high person is the immortal bodhisattva, he is dressed in white, with light blue silk thread embroidered with elegant flowing cloud patterns to embellish, the ribbon fluttering, the green silk is tied up by the moon-white hair crown, the forehead of the filament is slightly driven by the breeze, like the existence outside the world, do not eat the fireworks in the world, the slightest bit can not be contaminated with dust, holy to reject everyone thousands of miles away, he is sitting on the temple, just like a flower scroll drawn by the immortals, only to look at, Do not approach.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes blocked his eyes, so that people could not see the look in his eyes, and he played with this white jade folding fan with a peach blossom pattern in his hand, and dragged the delicate tassel fan pendant with a good fish belly white silk thread.

The following little immortals whispered: "It's been so long, why hasn't the immortal spoken?" ”

"Did you see the first seat that was empty in the north and south? That's the position of the demon king, and the demon king hasn't arrived yet, so the fairy doesn't speak. ”

"How can it be!" As soon as he heard this, Thunder God stood up, and his eyebrows were angry: "Little demon king, I don't understand any rules, I dare to let everyone in the Yang Three Realms wait in vain." ”

As soon as Thor began like this, other immortals who were dissatisfied with the ink and impurity also blamed one after another.

"Rest easy." The voice of the Bodhisattva is far away, ethereal and warm as jade, without a trace of impurities, and the simple four words make others dare not say anything.